Welcome to my alma mater, Belmont University. We may be a small, private school you haven't ever heard of, but who cares? You know us now.
The audience begins to arrive via Gray Line tour buses.
(This is the same building where I graduated!)
One of several viewing parties.
We are live from Bongo Java, home of the Nun Bun.
Before our mesmerized gazes is a giant screen and all around our hungry ears is the booming volume of arguing politics. We are pretending we aren't mere yards away from the Great Hoorah, but that we are there as well.
Even more impressive was the crowd watching the outside screen in the 60 degree, pouring rain. They are the true rockstars of the evening, and their numbers are many, many times those of us sheltered by the coffee house.
photo credits owed to tennessean.com